Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nico. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.